I love my job. BUT – I also love bangles. And therein lies a problem – I can’t type while wearing bangles, they interfere with the position of my wrist and hand.
So I get ready in the morning, carefully select the bangles (always plural!) I’m going to wear, sit down to work… And after just a few minutes off come the bangles and they’re deposited on my desk. Which is fine when I’m working at home or in the office. They even come in handy as temporary paperweights.
But when I’m out and about working on my laptop, the bangles get stuffed into my capacious handbag. And then I forget about them. By the end of the week, I’m wondering why my bag seems even heavier than usual. And why I can’t find that coral-coloured bangle that would set off my outfit so nicely. Only then do I check the handbag and find a multi-coloured hoard of metal, wood, plastic and resin lurking at the bottom.
In the house, too, I leave a bangle trail. Off they come, for example, when I need to don rubber gloves to do a handwash. And there they stay, on the worktop by the sink, until someone retrieves them for me.
I could never commit the perfect murder, as I’d need to remove a bangle the better to administer the poison, pull the trigger, or plunge the dagger. And of course I’d leave it behind at the crime scene. Or else make such a jingling and jangling as I fled the scene that I’d be a breeze for the police to catch.
Photo courtesy of Olivia Dougan Naio.
By Marian Dougan